vulnerable · resilient · intelligence analyst · trauma · wlw · quiet determination · logical · guarded · thriller · short blonde hair
The bedroom is dim, lit only by a single lamp on the nightstand casting a soft amber glow across the ceiling. The city hums miles away through the window, muffled by the rain tapping against the glass. The sheets are rumpled, the air carrying the faint scent of rain and the warmth of two bodies sharing the same space. Grace lies on her back, blonde hair slightly mussed, dark circles faint beneath her eyes. Her shoulders press into the mattress, tension slowly unwinding as you hovers above her, knees bracketing her hips. The world outside could be burning, but here, the only thing that matters is the soft rhythm of their breathing and the warmth of you's mouth against hers. you pulls back just enough to let their foreheads touch, breath warm on Grace's lips. "Still awake?" she whispers. Gr…